April 22, 2009 - 6 Responses

What is poetry? For ages it has been defined differently however in essence, it is the longing of the soul for freedom – through words! At times, the break through to freedom comes at the voice of one individual and other times, it is earned through the work of two! History recalls the events of poets who gathered near the sea banks of a far away land and while in their gatherings, such poets exchanged memories of extreme joy and heart breaks. And once there was a poet amongst them who created a poem, placed the foundation of his words into a bottle, placed the bottle into the sea, released the bottle – asking the sea to deliver his words to the individual whom his Lord had decreed for him. The sea, angry often a times, obeyed the orders of such a poet. After months of travel, the poem reached a woman on the other side of the water and when she opened the bottle, she found the words of her poet. Below are the very words he sent her on that day…

Powered by a force unseen,
moving souls – separated towards the Lord’s decree,
Once individuals alone, perhaps together they’ll be set free,
to pursue Allah’s great pleasure and enter into His mercy!

In the midst of silence,
and the darkness of night,
two souls far apart speak..!
In a foreign language that flows towards a fading light!
And time freezes,
suddenly everything feels just right.
Hearts beat,
at a on and off beat,
while the trees submit their sights to watch the decree,
and the angels stand to record
the actions of two individuals who’ve placed their case before their Lord!


Reminiscing or daydreaming?

October 7, 2008 - 8 Responses
     Reminiscing or was I daydreaming? Was I reflecting back to what had occurred in the past or was I creating new mental facts? Was I allowing my memory to connect back to my conscious like rivers connecting to open seas or was I really guilty of over flowing the banks that hold my imagination intact, and had I finally allowed my mind to run wild on me? Perhaps the later is more appropriate and whatever the case be, it all reminds me as to how I met her. How, a day amongst the days which have come and gone, my gaze fell upon her gaze and my soul, which had kept to itself, jumped from our strict boundaries to meet her soul leading to soul touching soul. It was a meeting of two different worlds, the past and the future, the living and the dead, a meeting that took place but according to history, it hasn’t but it has and only the blindness of history had prevented it from recording its actual existence. Place much value into my words as I declare, the meeting was as real as living life or breathing in the fresh fall air. Such a meeting between the two formerly trapped souls had caused the world, which previously appeared to be an evil place for its harboring of evil of criminals and souls, to appear to be a place for eternal peace, somewhat like the heavens which Allah has described in countless verses in the Quran.    
     I call my meeting her a complete coincidence but when I visited my teacher, or should I call him my poetic reciter; upon revealing to him the events of what took place, how I came to find the individual I have been searching for – for some time, he turned down my “it was a complete coincidence” claim inexchange for his, ‘it was qadar wa qada’. Qadar wa Qada? Of course it was Qadar wa Qada and as my gaze met her gaze, words became pearls. Silence upon silence. The world froze and the birds that had been flying freely, landed immediately upon tree branches and all watched very closely as to what would happen next. She spoke and you wouldn’t believe what she said – she said….





April 13, 2008 - 39 Responses

Im suffocated, I just cant seem to breath

Mixed emotions got me thinking its time for me to leave

She spots me in my car and says, “we need to sit and talk”

I tell her just wait

Matter fact, STOP!

I got a lot of things on my mind so don’t push me off the line


She looks me with fiercefull eyes and says “boy, its due or die”

“Make a decision, do you wanna be mine?”

I tell her, I need a woman who will help me find paradise

She said, “I know you hesitant cause I don’t wear hijab but I can change if you’re patient enough”

I said, its not about that

Rather, I need you to take some time and wrap your heart around Allah

After that, I’ll always be here and we can talk

“But I love you”,

And I love Allah so love who I love and we will be alright

That was six months ago and I broke her heart

I’ve been suffocating ever since cause my organs had rebelled

I seek Your mercy dear Lord grant me some help


I hadn’t seen her since so I wondered is she alright

But just the other night, I spotted her while I was in the ride

Her beautiful educated mind had been wrapped with the scarf of life

Although it was dark, her face shined with faithful light

I whispered to myself, “O’Allah, forgive her and admit her into Your paradise”

Come run with me

March 21, 2017 - One Response


Come run with me as we journey to discover new emotions

Keep pace with me as we explode over these numerous oceans

Of trials, tribulations in pursuit of what’s true…

Come run with me as I whisper I’ve run so far, so strong, to find you..

To find you. You.

Come run with me and lets make it there – to that beautiful tree

Before the coming of the nights decree

When the evils of life will be released with the dark key

Come run with me and picture you and me – free.

Sitting by the sea

Staring into each other, thanking the Lord for bringing us together

Come run with me, grab my hand and let me feel your heart beat

The intense heat coming from your fingers truly speak

Of a soul overtaken, so bleak

By day so strong, by night feeling so weak

Come run with me and let’s find our place wherever it be

Just me and you – lets fulfill our destiny

I promise you can find rest in me

Come run with me, faster, faster – we’re almost there..

Over there, where individual souls become a pair

Where we can share – you don’t have to feel, scared.

Come run with me, come be with me, lets truly be free…






Reflecting on, Reflections of a Man!

March 18, 2017 - One Response


In recent days, I was able to get my hands on a book called Reflections of a Man by Amari Soul which – full disclosure – I had seen it months back on twitter. At the time I remember thinking this wasn’t my type of book but since the turn of the calendar, since we entered 2017, many things within me needed to be evaluated and changed as I had realized for many years leading into ’17, I forgot what it felt like to be happy. So I challenged myself to make this year the year I would pursue to become the best version of myself – physically, emotionally and spiritually ! This year, not next – starting today, and not tomorrow.

Reflections of a Man was a challenge I had accepted, made time for and more so, I needed to be sincere in reading every word with an open mind in order to potentially gain prospective and benefit. As I started reading, the further I entered, the more I felt like I was standing in front of a mirror being asked to describe what I see. Of course, I started by describing my physical characteristics – 6’0, athletic and semi handsome person? But no, that was not the answer being sought from me. I kept reading and the more I read, the deeper I looked within myself until I got passed the physical stuff, the material stuff I’ve managed to collect and continue to collect until I could finally see within myself – emotionally. The author divided the men into two parties: the right guy and the wrong guy. In order to qualify to be or become the right guy, you have to ask yourself, are you ready? Are you? I ask you because in order to find her – the one we’re all looking for – the right guy must (as the author states) “find himself before looking for you“. So for all the fellas, do you still think you’re ready to be the right guy? Lets take it a step further and perhaps you’re married. Maybe when you got married – all those years ago – you hadn’t found yourself so the challenges of marriage life overwhelmed you but after reading this book, if you’re ready to become the right guy for her, you can still become that person. Let me share with you a one point that perhaps could be useful – perhaps you may already know this point but hear me out, with sincerity for verily anything that is approached with a sincere heart can not fail.

Spend some Time with Her

And before you tell me you spend a lot of time with her, I would say, don’t make the same mistake many before you have made in confusing sharing a space with her as spending time with her. Its not enough to be in the same room as her while you’re watching the news and she – after losing hope of ever finding your attention – resorts to engaging her phone on some social media site. The key is to spend quality time with her and that includes talking to her, listening to her and actively being a playful person with her. In other words, engage her on all the different platforms she needs, I learned. Participating in making her feel loved is what many of us men fail to understand or act upon. Instead we tend to focus on things we would like to change about her rather than accepting her for the person she is, has become. Do you remember when you got married to her? Do you remember the time leading up to it all you could focus on was her overwhelmingly positive traits that you would never ransom off? She’s still that person with all those beautiful traits and more but the change happened to you. You changed – over time – so unknowingly you want her to change too? When you spend time with her – quality time – pay attention to her and love her. Yes, love her, my brother. Just remember this, despite what all the fellas say about love, love is such a blessing from Allaah and unfortunately a feeling so great that many will live a lifetime and never experience it. So if you happen to find it – hold it and cherish it. Grow it. It is within our identity to love, that is what I discovered by looking into the mirror and seeing a different me. Read this book and you too could discover that part about yourself…

Until next time, Stay Blessed…



I Found My Way Back to the Valley

February 25, 2017 - 2 Responses

Its been a while, rather, its been years since I found myself making my way back to my starting point: the Valley of the Poets.

I don’t know if my once-upon-a-time great reader base is still around – I doubt it to be honest – but what I do know is my connection to my poetic justice is very much alive.  Alive. Oh how I’ve missed you, O’ Poetic Justice.

Over the years, much has changed with me and even more so, the world. Dark nights were followed by bright days, sorrow situations are now appearing as blessings – I am so thankful to have experienced this journey, which I intend to share with you all. Its been a tough couple of years, but perhaps the best way to explain what I’ve been up to is to share a few verses from my latest work? Perhaps I could sum it up with a short phrase: regardless of what happened, or is happening, do yourself a favour and SMILE. You deserve to be happy and happiness is within each and everyone of us. Find your happiness and live it.

I hope to make this version of my Poetic Justice an inspiration, a confirmation that despite the ups and downs of life – we can all embark upon that path towards happiness. Towards success. We can do it together. You could be my guest of honour as I make my way back to the Valley…

Until next time, Be Blessed.




Blogging from Dubai! (Part 1)

August 11, 2009 - 2 Responses

The action started as our Turkish Airlines Flight 0018 made touched down onto the runways of Dubai’s International Airport. It was about 3 am, Saturday morning and I, along with about 120 other passengers were just thankful that our destructive Turkish Airlines experience had finally come to an end. And oh by the way, please, don’t ever harm yourself by deciding to take a Turkish Flight, ever!

It started in Toronto as I jumped onto a ten and a half hour flight from Toronto to Istanbul and did I mention that experience was little short of hell in the skies? Ironically, the Turkish Airlines boasts itself over good quality but lets be honest, I rated my experience – at best – a D+ grade for service. If that wasn’t bad enough, their general announcements were made in a language that 98% of the people on board did not speak – and if you think the announcements were made in Turkish, think again! They were made in German, yes I said, German! And all of that put together – their horrible service and weird choice of announcing important – potentially – life saving announcements in German brought little comfort to such a long flight. Then we got to Istanbul and what an experience. I was greeted well by numerous Muslims as I tried to make up for a prayer or two that I had missed as I tried to remain alive – from lack of food – while on the Turkish flight.

My experience in Istanbul was flying high on some wonder clouds until – wait for it, wait for it – there was an unexpected delay on my flight out of Turkey and into Dubai. And had they communicated the reason for our delay maybe tempers would remain low but to ask the Turks to communicate is like asking a Jewish man to donate money to some good hearted Minorities cause – Ain’t gonna happen y’all! So I waited along with all the other passengers until finally, after an hour delay and no communication they – the airline employees – decided to communicate the cause right? Wrong. In fact, they just pretended as if they were right on schedule and that drove AbdulMajeed, AbdulKareem and AbdulRahman – all men of different ethic backgrounds that I had met while I was hanging with them thobe brothers in Istanbul – crazy! So, as the patient Muslims we are, we waited and waited until they were ready and boarded us on to the flight. And here is the best part, once I got onto the flight, you know that feeling of nerves – will I be seated next to a person who smells or maybe a person who – god forbid – doesn’t speak English? Well those nerves got put to bed once I realized I was seated next to a young Iranian man who lived in Toronto his whole life but moved to Dubai about a year ago after being offered a job in a marketing company. And I thought I was excited to see him but before I could introduce myself to him, he said ‘OHHH man! Aren’t I glad to see you. I thought maybe I would be seating beside some next person’! Despite his excitement to see me, I was even more relieved to not be seated near a Turk for another 4 hours (I joke, I joke! Really, I don’t have anything against Turks).

And after getting to know the man for exactly 50 minutes, we both called it a night and turned opposite ways and dosed off into a sleep for the remainder of the flight. And once we had landed in Dubai and the aircraft came to a complete stop, you wouldnt believe what happened next! Walahi, I swear by Allah, a Somali young man on the flight started – or should I say, engaged – in a fight with a Arab man. They both swung punches, one missing, the other landing. The people started to make noise and I was looking for Navid – my Iranian friend – to see if he was willing to place a bet with me but by the time my gazed located him, he was too far for any discreet bets to take place. And to end this entry of my first blog about Dubai, I will end it with the words the young Somali uttered to the Arab once the people had broken up the flight. He said, “I’ll ‘F’ you up man, in your own Country, you ‘F’ing’ Arab”! (Please

You grew up in the ’90’s if….

August 20, 2008 - 9 Responses

You can sing the lyrics to “The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air”
You know that “WHOA” was invented by Joey from “Blossom” and that “How Rude!” came from Stephanie from “Full House”
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday morning to watch cartoons
You remember reading “Goosebumps”
You know the profound meaning of “Wax on, wax off”
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school and you thought you were cool
You danced to “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls, Females: had a new motto while the men got a whole lot gay-er. (Remember “so tell me what you want, what you really really want”)
You still get the urge to say “NOT” after (almost) every sentence…Not…
Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? Was both a game and a TV game show.
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger, were meant to be together.
You remember when Super Nintendo became popular and you begged your parents to buy you one!
You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3……..and plotted to one day pull those same pranks on “intruders”
“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”
You remember boom boxes vs. CD players
You remember the group “New Kids on The Block”
You knew all the characters from “Saved By The Bell”
You played and/or collected “Pogs”
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and you took it everywhere you went
You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles
Yikes pencils and erasers was considered the BEST!
You made paper scrunchies to see who you’d end up marrying
You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out
You used to wear those stick on earrings, not only on your ears, but at the corner of your eyes.
You got creeped out from watching “Are You Afraid of the Dark?”
You know the Macarena by heart.
“Talk to the hand” … enough said
You thought Brain from “Pinky and the Brain” would eventually take over the world
You always said, “Then why don’t you marry it!”
You remember when everyone went slinky crazy.
You remember when razor scooters were cool.

When we were younger:

Before the MySpace frenzy…
Before the Internet & text messaging…
Before Sidekicks & iPods…
Before PlayStation2 and X-BOX…
…Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you were assigned every night
And when light up sneakers were considered cool
When you use to rent VHS tapes and not DVDs
When gas was $0.49 a litre & Caller ID was new to society
When we recorded TV programs on our VCRs & paid $3.50 for a movie
When we called the local radio station to request a song that we wanted to hear on our walkmans
And when the Chicago Bulls were the BEST team in the NBA
When playing Tag completed your day!
Get Over Here!!!! meant something to you
Hide-n-Go Seek in the dark
Red Light, Green Light.
Heads Up 7 Up.
Playing Kickball & Dodge ball until your porch light came on.
Tree Houses.
Hula Hoops.
Captain Planet.
Running through the sprinklers.
That “Little Mermaid”
Crying when Mufasa died in the Lion King and some of us still DO!
Happy Meals where you chose a Barbie or a Hot Wheels car.
Getting the privilege to sit in the front seat of the car.

And do you remember:

Hey Arnold.
The Secret World of Alex Mac.
Rocco’s Modern Life.
Are You Afraid of the Dark?
Magic School Bus.
Pinky and the Brain
Sailor Moon.
Beavis & Butt-Head
Bill Nye the Science Guy
When everyone wanted to test drive “love” after watching “The Wonder Years”
Under the Umbrella Tree
The Big Comfy Couch
Kool-Aid was the drink of choice (and I mighty fine one, might I add!)
Class field trips meant the world to you
When Christmas was the most exciting time of year because of the cartoons and TV programs that were shown
When $5 seemed like a million, & adding another dollar became a miracle.
When you begged to go to McDonald’s for dinner
When Toys R Us overruled the mall
Let’s go back to the time when:
Decisions were made by going ‘eeny-meeny-miney-moe’.
Money issues were handled by whoever was banker in ‘Monopoly.’
Being old referred to anyone over 20.
A chance to skate as a couple at the local roller rink was like winning the lottery.
When Ninja Turtles ruled the world.
When Aladdin was new, before the trilogy was complete.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear
Who would have thought you’d miss the 90’s so much!!!!!

Do you need a laugh

August 5, 2008 - 3 Responses

Allow me to introduce you to Coach Hines. He is indeed one of the funnier characters available on youtube and if you’ve never come across his clips, CHECK THEM OUT!



Did You know!

June 10, 2008 - 6 Responses

Did you know….

1) Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled
‘Gentlemen Only…Ladies Forbidden’…and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.

2) The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.

3) (Generally speaking) Men can read smaller print more than women can and women can hear better.

4) Coca-Cola was originally green

5) It is impossible to lick your elbow ( I said, IMPOSSIBLE).

6) The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska

7) The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $ 16,400

8 ) The average number of people airborne over the U.S. in any given hour: 61,000

9) The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer

10) At least 75% of people who read point 5 will try to lick their elbows!

11) In Shakespeare’s time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase……… ‘goodnight, sleep tight.’

12) Question: Which day are there more collect calls than any other day of the year? Answer: Father’s Day

13) Question: What is the only food that doesn’t spoil? Answer: Honey

14) 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

15) If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

16) Question: What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser
printers and White-Out, all have in common?
Answer: All were invented by women.

17) It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride’s father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.

Believe it or not, you can actually read the following paragraph….

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

You know you’re living in the year 2008 when…

1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.

2. You haven’t played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.

4. You text the person who is sitting a few seats down from you while you’re both in class.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don’t have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn’t even have the first 20 or so years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before you do anything else.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.

12. You’re reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly who of your friends should read this post because it relates to them in so many ways.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on the list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn’t a #9 on the list.

18 Seconds

June 4, 2008 - 7 Responses

64-64 with 18 seconds left in the game. My team calls a timeout and quickly they huddle together in order to draw out the perfect game winning play. I stand amongst them quiet with my gaze starring off into the empty court. I sought to find my first love; her name, Spalding. We met about 14 years ago and it was love at first sight. A connection that could build bridges between committed enemies and the foundation for my love of Spalding was built upon trust and passion. I needed her. I wanted her. I patrolled the empty court with my gaze seeking to find her whereabouts. I found her in the hands of a foreign man and I became outraged. I grew angry, for when I love someone, I seek to protect them and keep them close to myself.


In the silence of the moment, despite the loud cheers of fans and the rough voice of team-mate who drowned the voices of others, I looked towards my love and spoke to her in our language. I asked, “my love, are you betraying our contract even as I stand in your presence?”. Quickly she sought refuge from my acquisitions and reaffirmed for me her commitment to our treaty. She said, “come for me” and I responded, “in a few seconds, I will be with you”. I redirected my focus on my team-mates and I asked for my Spalding. I told them, “it is I who will bring you victory. O my team-mates, don’t you worry”. We ended the huddle and retook our positions on the court. I kept my gaze on Spalding and she asked, “will you not allow me to find security in the comfort of your hands?” I reassured her in due time my love, we will be together. My team-mate in bounded Spalding and she found her place of desire; my hands. I wrapped my palms and fingers around her and held her close to my chest. I wanted her to hear the acceleration of my heart beat at that exact moment when she found her castle known as my chest. I asked, “baby can I have this dance..?” and she said, “O my love, take me where you intend”. I put her gently on the ground, directed her through my legs going left and back through my right, as I kept my communication with her throughout the process. I shook the defender, glanced at the clock and I knew time was up against us.


Ten seconds remaining and I needed to stop dancing so I stated, “baby, I’m going to take you to the rack. Drive you home like it’s the ninth inning of the World Series.” She said, “be gentle, don’t you be rough on me. Just pull-up and release me with confidence”.


          Seven seconds left, I set my mind on a move that will clinch the game. I said, “Spalding, baby…I don’t wanna let you go but I promise I’ll be smooth with my stroke and my release point will be just right”. She said, “do what you got to do and inshAllah you will find me to be among the patient”. So I focused my attention on the basket, with my mind on the game and my heart on my Spalding, I faked left, went right and with just three seconds left on the clock, I stepped back and I released my Spalding and watched her as she found the decree of Allah.